Jesus what a week! here i was having a great time surfing it up when all of a sudden my adoring public called upon me to make my latest life choice. time to get back that crankpot of a boss of mine. unfortunately my ingenious plan was horribly executed by that tosspot Eamo and i ended up looking like a complete idiot…
No point going into detail now just check out the latest episode to see my finest moment go belly up. after a two hour trek along the dublin-wicklow border i thought i had finally escaped those pesky police dogs, but a couple of local yokels informed the police about my whereabouts in exchange for 40 john player blue and the latest edition of playboy. the Federales had finally caught up with El Baz. nothing sobers you up like a night in the cell, either that or your next door neighbour trying to fondle you after youve passed out on the nitelink on your way home to kilbeggan…like that time its happened to my buddy…Daz.
I had a lot of lonely hours to think about how i could get my life back on track, maybe take a holiday with Una and get away from it all for a while. then i use my one phone call to get her down to the police station to tell her i love her, and what does she do but break up with me! i just can’t catch a break. well i’m so sick of playing the field and being a general stud that i’m going to lose the laydees for a while. for the next episode i want yous to decide whether i should pack it all in and join the priesthood…or start getting paid for having to put up with girls on a night out and become a gigolo. cos lets face it, this ass is worth a lot of love dollars. got 99 problems but a bitch aint one hit me!
